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Author: Stacey Kennedy
over her pouty mouth, he arched an eyebrow. “The point is moot. Even if you did have a bathing suit, you wouldn’t be in it for long.”
Chapter Four
Ten minutes later, Ella entered the sleek modern suite that had cherrywood furniture decorating the small living room. Kyler’s suite was much nicer than her mediocre hotel room. Near the French doors leading out to the balcony was a king-size bed with a gorgeous white duvet and silver pillows, as well as a black folded blanket on the end of the bed.
Take the lavishness of the suite, matched with the man walking in front of her, and Ella decided she’d entered a fantasy—a dream that she never wanted to wake up from. She kicked off her heels at the door, and her sore feet thanked her. Beauty came with a price. Her feet usually paid most of it.
The breeze fluttered the long, black curtains as Kyler vanished through the door. She hurried after him to journey outside. Taking in her surroundings, she noted the same patio set furnished at the wedding were around the small garden. Lush greenery surrounded the hot tub, and the whole view looked picture perfect.
Time to start pinching myself
.
Kyler turned to her with a grin, and all sorts of unfamiliar tingles sped through her.
This man … that smile … damn …
He placed the bottle of wine and glasses on the table next to the hot tub, and a rush of nerves kept pace with the arousal. Could she do this? Strip off her clothes with a perfect stranger and go into the hot tub?
She never did anything like this. Passion had never been a huge part of her relationships in the past. When she neared the table, her steps faltered before she stopped dead. Kyler removed his bow tie, and his gaze never left hers, nor did his smile fade as he undressed, just that easily. As if he’d been naked with strangers many times.
Maybe he’s a nudist
.
“Don’t be shy,” he said softly.
She held her breath when he dropped his pants and his boxer briefs.
Jesus. H. Christ!
He stood in all his naked glory and asked with a low voice, “Do you like what you see?”
Blowing out the air stuck in her lungs, she scanned over his squared chest to his six—no,eight-pack—then her focus lowered to the sexy
V
at his waist. He had a tattoo of a black dragon on his forearm, and she stared at it, as it seemed familiar. But her attention quickly snapped to his erect cock.
She swallowed the added moisture in her mouth. His cock was thick and long, and impressive. Lifting her gaze to his eyes, she managed, “You look …
good
.”
“I will like what I see just as much. No need to worry.” He turned to the wineglasses, popped off the cork, and started filling the glasses.
Ella outright gawked.
In pants, his ass looked good. Out of pants, her fingers twitched to feel his muscles flexing as he thrust into her. Thoughts raced through her, as did hesitations. How did he undress so easily, as if getting nude in front of others was an everyday occurrence? She openly gaped at his masculine beauty and jolted under the assault of the wicked images invading her mind.
She might be uneasy.
She also wanted him.
One night of fun—do this!
While she could allow her nervousness to overtake her, she refused to go there. She straightened her spine, reminding herself of the rule she’d set in place the night she’d left Savannah. She’d never have believed a radio show would alter her life in such a big way, but it had.
For six months, live your life like you’re going to die at the end of it
. That had been the challenge. Such a funny thing to listen to, but the challenge had spoken to her and she had asked herself,
How different would I live if I thought I had only six months left?
That day, sitting in her car outside of work, it’d taken her only minutes to realize she’d live her life differently.
She craved boldness—to not think of what-ifs or what could be, and simply do everything she wished without regret. Maybe she had needed to hear the
Chapter Four
Ten minutes later, Ella entered the sleek modern suite that had cherrywood furniture decorating the small living room. Kyler’s suite was much nicer than her mediocre hotel room. Near the French doors leading out to the balcony was a king-size bed with a gorgeous white duvet and silver pillows, as well as a black folded blanket on the end of the bed.
Take the lavishness of the suite, matched with the man walking in front of her, and Ella decided she’d entered a fantasy—a dream that she never wanted to wake up from. She kicked off her heels at the door, and her sore feet thanked her. Beauty came with a price. Her feet usually paid most of it.
The breeze fluttered the long, black curtains as Kyler vanished through the door. She hurried after him to journey outside. Taking in her surroundings, she noted the same patio set furnished at the wedding were around the small garden. Lush greenery surrounded the hot tub, and the whole view looked picture perfect.
Time to start pinching myself
.
Kyler turned to her with a grin, and all sorts of unfamiliar tingles sped through her.
This man … that smile … damn …
He placed the bottle of wine and glasses on the table next to the hot tub, and a rush of nerves kept pace with the arousal. Could she do this? Strip off her clothes with a perfect stranger and go into the hot tub?
She never did anything like this. Passion had never been a huge part of her relationships in the past. When she neared the table, her steps faltered before she stopped dead. Kyler removed his bow tie, and his gaze never left hers, nor did his smile fade as he undressed, just that easily. As if he’d been naked with strangers many times.
Maybe he’s a nudist
.
“Don’t be shy,” he said softly.
She held her breath when he dropped his pants and his boxer briefs.
Jesus. H. Christ!
He stood in all his naked glory and asked with a low voice, “Do you like what you see?”
Blowing out the air stuck in her lungs, she scanned over his squared chest to his six—no,eight-pack—then her focus lowered to the sexy
V
at his waist. He had a tattoo of a black dragon on his forearm, and she stared at it, as it seemed familiar. But her attention quickly snapped to his erect cock.
She swallowed the added moisture in her mouth. His cock was thick and long, and impressive. Lifting her gaze to his eyes, she managed, “You look …
good
.”
“I will like what I see just as much. No need to worry.” He turned to the wineglasses, popped off the cork, and started filling the glasses.
Ella outright gawked.
In pants, his ass looked good. Out of pants, her fingers twitched to feel his muscles flexing as he thrust into her. Thoughts raced through her, as did hesitations. How did he undress so easily, as if getting nude in front of others was an everyday occurrence? She openly gaped at his masculine beauty and jolted under the assault of the wicked images invading her mind.
She might be uneasy.
She also wanted him.
One night of fun—do this!
While she could allow her nervousness to overtake her, she refused to go there. She straightened her spine, reminding herself of the rule she’d set in place the night she’d left Savannah. She’d never have believed a radio show would alter her life in such a big way, but it had.
For six months, live your life like you’re going to die at the end of it
. That had been the challenge. Such a funny thing to listen to, but the challenge had spoken to her and she had asked herself,
How different would I live if I thought I had only six months left?
That day, sitting in her car outside of work, it’d taken her only minutes to realize she’d live her life differently.
She craved boldness—to not think of what-ifs or what could be, and simply do everything she wished without regret. Maybe she had needed to hear the